Surviving

The doctor who was going to get back to me Friday a week ago hasn't got back to me yet (and I haven't been able to reach them on phone), so now I've been without medication for over a week and I feel as bad as I did before I started it. I'm constantly exhausted and feel sick from the enlarged thyroid in my throat and I sweat and want to cry and feel stressed out. Despite this I've had a good end of the week. On Wednesday I got some old pattern journals and lots of 1940s printed cotton from a friend, on Friday I got a link to a 1941 Swedish mail order catalogue from another friend and yesterday my friend and neighbour Anna first came over for tea and "Pride and Prejudice" and then she had her boyfriend gave me and Maja dinner (RIckard was away).
But I am so ill.

The fabric: